After Director Kong finished speaking, he hung up the phone, feeling extremely happy.
Although Dean Sun has no power and is just a junior director of a community hospital, the relationship between the two is still good. Being able to show off in front of his old friend made Director Kong feel refreshed and as if he was ten years younger.
But Director Kong immediately began to worry.
Boss Zheng's progress is simply too fast.
Most people can fly knives, only in cities and provinces, and not many people can fly across the country. But in just a few months, Zheng Ren not only started throwing knives, but the imperial capital and the whole country couldn't accommodate him. In the blink of an eye, he went to Mayo Medical Center with knives.
At this rate, if he is given three years, let alone Mayo, will he fly to Mars to perform surgery on Martians
Director Kong smiled sarcastically.
What I can do is help young people find and fill in their gaps, that's all.
What did Boss Zheng overlook? Director Kong thought about it for a moment and immediately thought of a few things.
His professional title is still the attending physician, which is a hidden danger.
Can the attending physician provide expert consultation? The pace of progress is too fast and the foundation is still unstable. But it seems that Zheng Ren doesn't need it at all... He flies directly to the Mayo Clinic to participate in international consultations and surgeries.
The contrast between them was so great that Director Kong felt a sense of absurdity.
Forget it, I'll do my best on my side, no matter whether Boss Zheng can use it or not, I have to do something.
Director Kong smiled slightly and began to think about what Zheng Ren needed to advance.
…
Sun Ming hung up the phone and took a full two minutes to react.
Is everything Director Kong said true? There seems to be no doubt about this.
It's harmless to make a little joke at ordinary times. But when it comes to the Nobel Prize, when it comes to things like the Mayo Clinic, if it's a joke, that would be too much.
And doing so can easily be exposed as not being kind enough.
Director Kong was not this kind of person. Sun Ming believed Director Kong's words without even checking the information.
He thought for a while, suppressed his inner surprise, took a sip of tea, and then slowly stood up and opened the door.
"Dean Sun..." the middle-aged man asked hesitantly.
"You guys." Dean Sun didn't mind trying to figure it out at this time. He shook his head, turned around and walked towards the desk with his hands behind his back, saying: "Come in."
The two patients' family members did not understand what was going on and followed him in with confusion.
"Director Kong is very dedicated, but I didn't expect that here..." Dean Sun said, shaking his head. In order to express his inner emotions, he sighed deeply, which made the two distant relatives feel uneasy.
Dean Sun said: "The young doctor who showed you the film is a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. Tell me about you."
If there were other awards, laymen would probably not know about them. But the Nobel Prize, such a top award, almost everyone knows what it means.
No more description is needed, just the four words Nobel Prize are enough to make them stunned.
"Do you know why Director Kong is so anxious?" Dean Sun didn't pause and said directly: "It's because the young doctor you mentioned is going to the United States to perform operations on foreigners. The cost of one operation costs hundreds of thousands. , or U.S. dollars. Do you know how much it costs when someone watches a movie? One hundred thousand dollars! Do you think it’s too much if you take 10,000 yuan? Boss Zheng shows you the movie for free, but you think he’s young!”
"..." The two patients' family members were completely confused.
Who would have thought that a little doctor picked up "randomly" in 912 would have such a background.
"Don't be stunned, hurry up and bring your children here. Take out what the young doctor wrote for you, show it to me, and do the examinations that can be done here. If you can't do it, I will find someone to do it as soon as possible. .”
"Tell me, how many people will be offended by being treated like this." Dean Sun scolded, feeling extremely proud in his heart.
Three-dimensional reconstruction of head CT, urine galactose examination, blood galactose concentration measurement...
What the hell is this!
Dean Sun looked at the A4 paper and was stunned for a long time.
This is definitely not an ordinary clinical examination, it is a rare item. The level of Nobel Prize candidates is indeed extraordinary. Dean Sun knelt down very quickly without hesitation at all. If nothing else, being a Nobel Prize candidate directly shattered his inner reserve.
There are only a few Nobel Prize winners in the country. How many candidates are there? He couldn't help but question which one was not a powerful one.
This time, Dean Sun personally took his distant relatives to run various inspections. I didn't expect that when I asked for medical treatment, I would be begging for such a great god. But this is also an opportunity to get acquainted. Dean Sun is proficient in this and has already made plans to make friends.
The tests Zheng Ren needed were relatively uncommon, but 912 could also do them. Dean Sun still has some contacts in 912, so it is not difficult for him to expedite the examination.
It doesn't matter if you brush your face over this matter.
What Sun Ming was curious about was what this young man looked like and whether he would drink himself down if he invited him to dinner at night.
Hurrying slowly, all the examinations were completed before leaving get off work. Sun Ming took the patient and the patient's family to the interventional department.
Although it was already time to get off work, the interventional department was still busy. Patients, doctors, and nurses undergoing surgery are extremely busy.
This is the norm in the top tertiary hospitals in the country, and Sun Mingming is not surprised.
Arriving at Director Kong's office, Sun Ming knocked gently on the door.
I had contacted Director Kong before, so he must be in the office. Sun Ming opened the door directly and walked in.
"Director Kong, I'm here to trouble you again." Sun Ming came in and said with a smile.
As he spoke, he glanced twice. In the office, Director Kong was sitting at his desk, and a young man was sitting on another chair.
He is indeed a young man, so young.
Sun Ming had already expected it, but the moment he saw Zheng Ren, he couldn't help but be startled.
Thirty years old
no.
How could he be so young!
"Come on, Old Sun, let me introduce you." Director Kong stood up and said with a smile: "This is this year's candidate for the Nobel Prize in Medicine, Boss Zheng."
Sure enough, it was him... Sun Ming stretched out his hand in confusion, and all the enthusiasm and initiative he had imagined before turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.
"Dean Sun, hello." Zheng Ren said lightly.
"Uh..." A few seconds later, Sun Ming said: "Here is the inspection you want. Could you please help me take a look."
Zheng Ren glanced at the people behind Sun Ming. One of them was a young man with a dull expression. The diagnosis of galactosemia was marked on the system panel.
His judgment was correct, Zheng Ren smiled.
However, according to custom, it is still necessary to mutually confirm the diagnosis given by the system based on the patient's objective examination to avoid errors.